Page 12 of Andrei's Solnyshko

She sighs, “Em hm.”

“Is it a good dream.”

“So good.”

“Are you wet?”

“So wet.”

“Are you going to come?”

Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me in shock, but I don’t give her time to think about anything except the pleasure building within her.

I lean in front of her and pick her legs up and drape them over my shoulders. I tilt her ass up to me and slide my tongue along her slit and moan from her taste. I continue to feast on her and my thumb finds her clit. I press down hard against it and she bucks up. “That’s it, my angel. Let the devil give you what you need.”

Her hooded eyes focus on mine as she gives in to me, watching me feast on her pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“That’s it. Come for me.”

Her sex pulses as the scent of her juices fills the air. Her body trembles as I continue to lick her swollen nub and she doesn’t fight the second wave of ecstasy. I lap up every bit of her before lowering her legs to the bed.

“You taste as sweet as you are,solnyshko.”

I wrap her into my arms and her heavy eyes close again.

I let my breathing fall into rhythm with hers and a strange feeling settles over me. Peace.

Chapter Five

Summer

My eyes open and I try to move but a huge tree trunk of a tatted arm wraps tightly across my chest.

Andrei.

Oh my god, last night.

Carlos owed Andrei twelve million dollars.

Twelve million dollars I’m forced to pay off with sexual favors.

I squeeze my eyes shut thinking of how crude I was with him. What I let him do to me. I fucking begged for it. I’m such a whore.

I came multiple times. He didn’t come once. Everything he did was to gain power over me.

My cheeks heat as I remember waking up to him finger fucking me, and before I could comprehend what was happening he buried his face into my pussy, lapping up my juices. The man is a god. An evil god.

My bladder screams and I wiggle my way out of his grasp and tiptoe to the bathroom.

I take care of business and check my body in the mirror. I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked.

I enter the shower stall and am surprised to find my brand of shampoo and shower gel. I try multiple knobs and buttons until I finally feel hot water fall from above me. I take a long hot shower, trying to wash away my shame as I go over yesterday’s events. Carlos losing at Blackjack. That asshole he was going to pimp me out to. Andrei’s brutes escorting us to his office.

The plastic underneath Carlo’s chair. They were prepared because they knew they were going to fuck him up. Was there plastic under mine? I exhale heavily. No. I was always meant to live.

Will he let me leave? Where will I go? I’m broke and homeless. I have no one, no friends, no family.

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